|
November 13, 1998.I very nearly went to class this morning. No, really. Went to bed pretty early for me (the beer helped), and had almost 9 hours under my belt by the time the cursed alarm went off. So I should've been full of energy, right? Ha ha ha. Ha. But I got dressed & performed the morning ablutions (which shouldn't have such a dignified title, if you ask me) and was almost in my coat, when I realized what day it was. Friday the 13th. One of those days where people groan, "I shoulda stayed in bed today!" So I thought myself quite clever for stripping back down to my undies & getting back into the futon. And then we slept for 3 more hours. Sigh...and I wonder at the fact I never get anything done...I'm always lying on my stomach, drooling, while visions of Nancy Drew dance in my head (yes, Nancy Drew. Shut up.)
I guess the big news is that the essay I felt really bad about managed to acquire a "B." I really don't think I deserved it. But who's gonna say that? I find it somewhat disconcerting that an essay written at the bottom 1/3 of my mental capacity fairs no better than one I feel good about. It's like I can't break the 'b' barrier no matter how hard I try.
I'm utterly sick & tired of being on campus these days. Don't feel at home anywhere, especially not UC. I'm spending so much time in Diabolo's, Fung and my old res that I feel utterly pathetic. Like one of those grads that can't let go. Only a few hard-core folks show up for tea anymore (Snag Boy and Trotski, most prominently), much unlike the huge groups that used to hold court. I guess this is the problem with being in my 4th year. Not to mention that I've made many enemies & only a few friends in my time here. That's me, mad, bad & dangerous to know.  Two more things of note:
|
